Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

She stiffened a little more when he decided to confront her straight out. No. Her mind practically yelled it and her body language followed suit, sidling towards the exit. Talking about it was the last thing she wanted to do.

Fennec wasn't used to feeling afraid of anything. There was only one other time she'd felt a fear this bad and back then it had put her in a similar mood... and back then, she'd chosen to run from it. Now that this wasn't an option she was entertaining, she was instead stuck in this limbo of denial. But the more she shoved it away and tried to ignore it, the worse she felt, until hanging out with Bronco was a practice in swallowing guilt. It was getting more and more difficult to forget that there was this huge, unsaid thing that she was eventually going to broadside him with, like it or not. Unless he left first. But he didn't seem to be leaving.

This might change that. Fennec felt her pulse begin to pound and as her blood pressure spiked, she rocked back. Luckily she was far enough to be against the earthen wall and leaned against it, letting the rush in her ears die down. She needed to calm down. For a second, she forgot that Bronco was still waiting on an answer. She just leaned and lowered her head, trying to calm her breathing down. She wasn't quite able to forget he was there, which was too bad, because that would have definitely helped.

Just need some... air. Disregarding him if he'd come closer, she pushed her way out and stumbled a ways before sitting down heavily, shaking. At least she wasn't nauseous.

What the fuck was wrong with her? She felt her eyes well up. No. FUCK no.